“So you’ve got such a silver tongue—maybe you should start hitting up your dad for money instead?”
Oliver was the undisputed boss when it came to handing out allowances to the three little rascals at home. Their own parents couldn’t keep them in line; meanwhile, the kids were basically glued to Oliver’s side.
Why? Because he was generous. Their personal ATM.
Colton looked like he was about to say something else, but before he could get a word out, Sara slapped a hand over his mouth. “Uncle Oliver, ignore him. He’s talking nonsense. I’ll take him to get his brain checked. Aunt Patricia just got back, why don’t you go upstairs and keep her company?”
“Yeah, go, Uncle Oliver! Aunt Patricia’s probably waiting for you,” Roger chimed in, nudging Oliver toward the stairs.
As soon as Oliver disappeared into the elevator, Roger yanked Colton into his room, wagging a finger at him. “We’re all in this together, man. Don’t mess up our cash flow.”
Colton grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth, not even trying to hide his curiosity. “Aren’t you guys even a little bit curious about who Aunt Patricia actually is?”
Sara and Roger exchanged a look.
Curious? Absolutely. But neither dared to ask. It felt like one wrong question and they’d be cut off for life.
“I’m not curious,” Roger mumbled, but he was clearly lying. “I just want to know if Uncle Oliver’s still going to give us money now that he’s married.”
Sara shook her head so hard her ponytail whipped back and forth. “I’m getting this terrible feeling that we’re about to be broke.”
Colton was practically buzzing with gossip and had no intention of keeping it to himself. “What if I told you Aunt Patricia is Theo’s ex-wife—the one who stripped her ex and dumped him naked at the company entrance?”
Sara’s eyes went wide, practically sparking with excitement.
Roger stared at him in disbelief. “Wait, how do you know that?”
Colton sighed dramatically, putting a hand to his forehead. “Because she’s the one who told me to do it. Honestly, what a savage. And now she’s my Aunt Patricia.”
Sara leaned forward, eyes shining. “Okay, but when did you get the inside scoop?”
“Three years ago.” Colton let out another sigh. “Aunt Patricia is Uncle Zhan’s niece. Uncle Zhan asked Uncle Oliver to look after her, and, well, Uncle Oliver took ‘looking after her’ all the way to getting her name on his marriage certificate.”
Roger whistled. “Guess there’s a difference between looking after someone on paper and, you know, taking care of them in bed.”

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